I know her
That of which your heart is made,
That for whom it beats,
That for whom it bleeds.
She is forever scarred
Into your skin
Like a one-winged
Butterfly tattoo.
Your dream lays
Where she sleeps,
Where she breaths
Soft and neat.
Your passion lives
Where her attention
Is yours for hours
And you long for years
To trade her fears
For heavy tears.
And you long for her smile,
Her laughter
For only a short while.
But your pain expands
Where mine also does.
My shattered heart and I
Know you, feel you
For you are broken
Just like us.
F.Z.N
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
I know her
That of which your heart is made,
That for whom it beats,
That for whom it bleeds.
She is forever scarred
Into your skin
Like a one-winged
Butterfly tattoo.
Your dream lays
Where she sleeps,
Where she breaths
Soft and neat.
Your passion lives
Where her attention
Is yours for hours
And you long for years
To trade her fears
For heavy tears.
And you long for her smile,
Her laughter
For only a short while.
But your pain expands
Where mine also does.
My shattered heart and I
Know you, feel you
For you are broken
Just like us.
F.Z.N
